Modern Living: The Pieman Cometh

The hit man is standing in a Los Angeles office building. His hands are
shaking. "This is the last one," he croaks. "I'm so nervous I can't
stand it." His accomplice, trimly dressed and wearing horn-rimmed
glasses, is chewing his lower lip. "You'd think it would get easier
with each delivery," he mutters. "But it doesn't."

A Mafioso massacre? A bank heist?
A CIA caper? In fact, the I hired agents are armed
with a cream pie. Their mission: to smash the pie into the face of a
local office employee who is celebrating his 26th birthday.
The two agents, hired by...